The Bird Songs.

 The Bird Songs.

 

Not just a male cardinal, but two or three other birds have been entertaining the neighborhood today. Supposedly, the cardinal might be declaring his territory, but he just sounds so very happy! The other birds seem to be acting like a chorus, too. It is almost impossible not to look for the birds in that Hackberry tree in the fence row. No one planted that tree any more than the elm tree on the north side of the fence, but whether a bird started it or however it got there, the birds seem to love it. Of course, the ornery squirrels enjoy getting up there and fussing at my dogs. Argh! Sitting at my desk the other day and heard something in the window. A squirrel was sitting on the AC unit in my office window!

 

It is not all that hot today, but you can bet the heat will be here soon. We have a chance of rain for the next few days if the weather station has its guesses on course. It doesn’t really matter too much right now, but Tuesday week the mower will be here to attempt to cut down some of this high grass. It is just growing like a hay field around here! If the hens were still in my yard, they would have a big job of trying to keep the grass down inside the “flower beds.” Have thought of removing the poles and railroad ties that keep those enclosed, but removing them would have to include putting those poles and ties somewhere. Not like this ol’ woman could move ANY of them! Once upon a time, she would have tried. Guess those days are pretty much long gone.

 

Finished one book and started another this morning. It’s not like the house is clean enough that it does not need some sweeping, but at least reading does not hurt as much as dragging around a vacuum cleaner. Don’t you know that Christ gets to rolling his eyes over the problems we have—physical, mental, emotional problems that persist in this life. Someday these will no longer be problems when our present life changes to an eternal one. Then all of us—yes, ALL of us—will be able to praise His name for the changes we will know as His family. He won’t have to listen to some ol’ woman gripe about how much it hurts to walk or bend or do anything at all. Right now, it just seems like a good time to listen to the birds sing His praises beside the river from His kingdom. Oh joy! Know my parents will love seeing and hearing those birds even if they were only able to see a limited few from their living room window while they lived in Petrolia. They will love seeing their friends that went on before them, too. Yep, sometimes reading brings some refreshing thoughts to my mind.

 

May all of you remember all the best things that this life has given you. Let us praise God for His love today and every day.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.